Marvel X The Boys

The alley was eerily silent, save for the hum of tension in the air. The mist, pale and swirling with an almost deliberate motion, stretched across the ground like a living thing.

Alex, still reeling from the Gravity Pulse, stood in a loose circle with Butcher, his team, and Deadpool. Butcher hadn't stopped glaring at him, the crowbar in his hand still slick from earlier, while Deadpool had taken to poking the mist with a katana.

"White mist. Creepy vibe. Definitely not my usual Tuesday," Deadpool muttered, poking harder. "I've been in some weird stuff, but this? This has extra crossover energy written all over it."

"What the f*** is he on about?" Butcher growled, glancing over at Mother's Milk.

"Just ignore him," M.M. said, his tone calm but edged with irritation.

"You can't ignore me," Deadpool quipped, spinning on his heel. "I'm the comedic relief! Without me, you're just a bunch of grumpy dudes and one overpowered main character." He pointed at Alex. "Looking at you, kid."

"Can we focus?" Alex snapped, surprising even himself. The mist was pressing closer, and the shapes moving within it were starting to look more real.

The Avengers Arrive

Before anyone could respond, a low whir filled the alley. It started faint, almost like the rumble of distant machinery, but quickly grew into a sharp, mechanical hum.

Alex turned toward the source, his breath catching in his throat.

From above, a beam of light pierced through the mist, its source a sleek, red-and-gold figure descending slowly to the ground.

"Am I seeing things, or is that... Iron Man?" Alex whispered.

"Bingo!" Deadpool shouted, throwing his arms wide. "It's Tony Stark in all his billionaire playboy glory! Everybody clap!"

"Stand down, everyone," came a calm, authoritative voice as Steve Rogers—Captain America—stepped into view, shield at the ready. His presence exuded command, even as his eyes swept over the odd group in the alley.

Thor landed next, his cape billowing dramatically as he twirled Mjolnir. Natasha Romanoff and Clint Barton appeared from the mist like shadows, their weapons drawn, while Bruce Banner approached cautiously, already halfway into Hulk-mode.

"Well, this is new," Tony said, his helmet retracting as he scanned the scene. "White mist, grumpy Brits, a guy in red spandex... Did I miss an invitation to some underground cosplay event?"

First Impressions

Butcher stepped forward, crowbar still in hand. "And who the f*** are you supposed to be?"

"Uh, Butcher," Hughie said nervously, tugging at his sleeve. "That's Iron Man. And Captain America. And... uh, Thor."

"I know who they bloody are," Butcher snapped, turning his attention back to the Avengers. "Question is, what the hell are they doin' here?"

"Funny, we were about to ask the same thing," Steve replied, his tone steady but laced with suspicion.

Deadpool clapped his hands. "Ooh, this is good. Very tense. Very dramatic. Who's got popcorn? I feel like this is about to turn into one of those big Marvel fights where everyone forgets to talk first."

"Shut it, Spandex," Butcher growled, his eyes never leaving Steve.

Natasha raised an eyebrow. "Spandex? That's rich coming from someone who looks like he just walked out of a hardware store brawl."

Butcher smirked, his grip tightening on the crowbar. "Careful, love. You're not the only one who's good at playin' dirty."

"Okay, let's not escalate this," Bruce said, his voice still calm despite his half-transformation. "We're all confused here."

Alex Tries to Explain

Alex stepped forward, his hands raised. "Wait! Everyone just... stop. Please."

The two groups turned their attention to him, their expressions ranging from skeptical to outright annoyed.

"I don't know exactly what's going on, but I think it has something to do with... the mist. And the two suns." Alex's voice faltered, but he pressed on. "And maybe... uh, maybe it's a multiverse thing?"

Tony raised an eyebrow. "Multiverse? Cute theory. You a physicist or just a guy who watches a lot of sci-fi?"

"He's a bloke who talks to himself," Butcher interjected, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "Thinks he's got some magical system in his head."

"It's real!" Alex snapped, surprising everyone. "I don't care if you believe me, but it's real. And whatever's happening out there?" He gestured to the mist. "It's not stopping."

Thor stepped forward, his expression grave. "The boy speaks true. This mist reeks of magic—and chaos. We must prepare ourselves for whatever lies within."

The Mist Advances

As if on cue, the mist surged forward, curling around the edges of the alley like a living thing. The faint shapes within it grew more distinct—twisted, humanoid figures with glowing white eyes and limbs that moved unnaturally.

"Well, that's horrifying," Clint muttered, drawing an arrow.

"Finally!" Deadpool cheered, drawing his katanas. "I was worried this was going to be all talk and no action. Let's slice and dice, people!"

Butcher raised his crowbar, his expression a mix of annoyance and readiness. "If you think I'm workin' with these spandex-clad pricks, you're outta your mind."

"Noted," Steve said, stepping forward with his shield raised. "But for now, we've got bigger problems."

The mist creatures let out a low, guttural growl as they stepped fully into view, their elongated limbs twitching unnaturally.

"Alright, team," Tony said, his suit powering up. "Let's show these guys how we do things in our universe."

Deadpool grinned, nudging Alex. "Welcome to the big leagues, kid."

Alex swallowed hard, the energy from his new skill buzzing in his chest. This wasn't just survival anymore—it was war.